Angsty, quasi-poetic outburst
I'd rather be thrown into the deep end
Because I know the bottom
Is far beneath me.
I'd rather my legs fail me
And leave me to float
Belly up
Than forever wade,
Ankle high in your bullshit.
Because I know the bottom
Is far beneath me.
I'd rather my legs fail me
And leave me to float
Belly up
Than forever wade,
Ankle high in your bullshit.
8 Comments:
That's comic inthe strangest way. Why belly up?
L.
By Anonymous, at May 26, 2005 12:07 AM
Goldfish float belly up when they die and i often have the memory of a goldfish with amnesia.
By Yuki, at May 26, 2005 5:40 PM
A lot of people say goldfish are tough but they're not so tough, man.
And the Mythbusters proved that goldfish have memories longer than ten seconds when they trained a group to go through hoops for food.
P.S. Check my newest blog posting out — I have a swipe at Mr. Howard and Greenies.
By Anonymous, at May 26, 2005 7:25 PM
I thought so, however, I had been confused as to whether you were a person or fish.
L.
By Anonymous, at May 26, 2005 7:45 PM
and goldfish do not always float belly up. i found one of my fishies dead belly down.
but i like the poem. it swears.
By Anonymous, at May 26, 2005 7:45 PM
oh and L, you have no points with which to make the world a whore anyway. get some points, and we'll talk.
By Anonymous, at May 26, 2005 7:52 PM
I know goldfish don't always die belly up. Hell, i had five of them and they all died and sunk to the bottom =(
By Yuki, at May 26, 2005 8:17 PM
But darling anon, don't flatter yourself or the world. I've no interest in gaining points.
Love is free darling - well mine is anyway.
Take care of your diamond encrusted dreams and point bank.
L.
By Anonymous, at May 26, 2005 10:05 PM
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